He dropped the mirror shard on the floor and forced his arms to his sides; then he pushed up with all his might. Slowly his body rose and he was wobbling back and forth on his bruised hunches. As fast as he could, he grabbed the side of a desk that was still partly in tack. He pulled his aching body towards the desk and finally was in a standing position. With most of his weight resting on one piece of the desk he slowly looked around at the world below him. His eyes carefully swept the terrain below. There were no craters or noticeable blemishes in the Earth. The he turned his eyes to the sky, everything seemed to be in place, until he noticed one object in the sky that was very much out of place.
"What the hell?" the initial shock of seeing the large, red, glowing object in the sky set him off balance and he went tumbling forwards back to the floor of the office.
He quickly sat up, causing his head to spin. He checked his body over quickly and caught a glance of an elevator to his right. He struggled again to his aching feet and hobbled to the elevator.
He boarded the rickety elevator and pushed 'Floor 1' button. The elevator jolted to a start. He held his breath praying the elevator would make it to the bottom.
The elevator made on long beep signalling he'd made it to the bottom of the huge building without harm. As he stumbled off the elevator he tripped into a Shinra guard dressed in blue.
"What the..." the guard shakily replied. "Who are you? How did you get in there?"
"I...I...don't know..." he said desperately, searching for an answer out of the strange man in blue.
"What?" the guard was more than shocked. "Hey you..." he called to another passing guard, "come help me with Mr. Amnesia here. We need to get him to Ms. Scarlet."
"Yes sir!" with that the two guards dragged him around a corner.
Scarlet? He thought as the two guards approached the office. That name sound familiar, but why? The guards knocked on the door and entered the large office.
"Ms. Scarlet! We found this riff-raff on the elevator what should we do with him?"
"You know what to do with those from the slums," a feminie voice answered from behind a large chair. "Throw him back into the slums." Her voice sounded dull, uninterested and irritated.
"Yes ma'am!" with that the two soldiers dragged him out of the office and back into the hallway.
Scarlet couldn't be bothered with such trivialities as riff-raffs from the slums. Meteor could crash down any day, and the president was dead. What could she do? If she had cared enough to turn around and look at the 'riff-raff' from the elevator, she might of recognized the person behind the ragged clothes and tattered hair as someone she knew -- or had know.
